It's another late night and I hadn't even realized I had finished my smoke until I caught myself lighting another one.
Take a puff, head tilted up, and you're what's on my mind.
What's happened and where has the time gone?
I can't find the words in pages. I can't write...
I don't know, maybe you're right.
I push my luck.
But what luck can anyone find in a mess?
I always find myself in some type of distress and in conclusion I'll never be happy.
I wasn't with you, I won't be with him, I'm not with myself.
Not happy. Exhale. Puff. Light. Another. Another. Another.
